My Mama

I owe so much to my Mom, and I still cry .........she's passed away in 2008.

I was the fourth child in a family of five children.  BUT I think I caused the most headaches .

I was a very sick child, from about 6 years old on, I had horrible allergies which later developed
in to Asthma.  She was always up with me trying to calm me when I was horrified because I couldn't catch my breath, drove me to the Dr's twice a week for allergy shots for many years and after two stays in the hospital with Pneumonia before I was 9 years old.  I missed so much school and my Mom with teach me from my bed my teacher would come and give me test.  I managed to maintain my grades ( I read ALOT, cause I couldn't play outside much......I didn't get to go to recess until about 6th grade and then I couldn't run). She was always there in all my regular childhood things like etc.  I had a foot surgery in my early 30's and she was there to wait on me for several days. She and Daddy were there for the births of both my boys.  Then in 1998 when I had my Breast Cancer she was there again by my side cooking for me, cleaning, caring for the boys and most of all praying for me. None of my other brothers and sisters ever had any health problems until later in life. She always gave me advise about female things, children, cooking and being a Christian.

She always took us to Church, I loved being there and was saved in the 3rd grade.  She instilled the love of the Lord in me which I carried to this day.  She taught Sunday School, VBS and Sunbeams.  As an adult, my greatest joys was coming home and attending Church with her and visiting her Bible study with her friends.

I would visit often (which turned out to be not nearly enough for me) and my husband would think Odessa was so boring, what to do, where to go, but me, I didn't go anywhere.  I enjoyed so much just being with her talking, cooking, it was what make me the happiest.  She visited me too several times in Colorado and several times in Dallas area, she was there for both my new houses and helped me decorate and care for the boys while we moved.  I regret that I didn't live closer to her so much, my boys didn't get as close to her as I would of liked.

I always enjoyed our weekly phone calls,  EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND for my whole life.  If I didn't call her, she would call me.  When I was a poor college student I would call collect, but something was missing if we didn't talk as least once a week, she had my direct line to all my places of business and would sometime just check in with me.  This continued until her hospital stay and then I came to be with her when hospice sent her home.  I waited on her hand giving her what she needed, for a week or so, then my sister took over and she passed the next day, she just wanted to see everyone.

I miss her smile, her laugh, her words of wisdom and her hugs and I will see again someday if the Lord says so too, until then I still cry when I think of her, I'm crying now as I write this and will surely cry again tomorrow Mother's Day as we all remember our Moms.